Today at school some kids volunteered to help out at the elementary section of school during free period because some teachers were out with the flu. I was one of them, and I was assigned to a room of first graders. One of the girls I was helping out with math saw my arm before i could pull my shirt sleeves over it and (you can’t see it here) but it had a really ugly and deep cut I made recently when I was feeling really depressed. She ran to the closet after grabbing my arm and running her fingers over it and she got me a band-aid and a sharpie. She put the band-aid on the cut and added a smiley face, as well as writing “I love you” on my arm. She then gave me a hug and we pinky promised i wouldn’t do it again. Oh my gosh guys just… It’s weird how a first grader knew better than my own parents how to deal with stuff like this.